Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

It was none other than the book recommendation blogger Su Qianqian.

She wore a black chiffon top in the style of little fragrance, adorned with specks of silver light, like stars twinkling against the night sky.

Her soft, long hair was casually tied at the back of her head, with a few rebellious strands falling in front of her forehead, revealing a beautiful and clear oval face, skin fairer than snow, delicate features like a painting, and every smile and frown showed an untainted purity and vivacity.

Behind her was a row of bookshelves, exuding a natural and inherent fragrance of books.

But when Lin Chuan took a closer look, he saw some of the titles on the bookshelves.

The Shining

Human Bone Puzzle

Moment of Burial

The Redemption of the Villain

Hiss!

Lin Chuan couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

All these novels were works of horror and suspense, with a substantial influence worldwide.

Among them, The Shining was probably better known to the general audience.

Just mention key phrases like ‘Zhang Wei,’ ‘axe,’ ‘chopping through a door,’ and images related to The Shining already spring to mind for most people.

Wait a second!

A woman like Su Qianqian, as gentle as one from a Jiangnan water town, just needing to hold an oil-paper umbrella to step right into Dai Wangshu’s poetry, she…

She reads these novels?

And she wants to recommend mine?

On Su Qianqian, Lin Chuan could see too many labels: artistic, fresh, gentle, jasmine, lilac, vivacious, pure, innocent, sweet…

But she couldn’t possibly have anything to do with words like ‘horror’ and ‘thriller.’

The contrast was just too great!

Lin Chuan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he muttered, “Will the audience really get this?”

Then, Lin Chuan turned his attention to the barrage of comments.

[Guys, here to read novels again?]

[Strategist, come quickly, I really like this one, tell me how to chase after her!]

[Qianqian, I’m seriously reading novels here.]

[Qianqian, what color burlap sack do you like? I’ll prepare it right away.]

[As long as Qianqian isn’t wearing a ring on her hand, I’ll keep company with her to read novels.]

[…]

The live room’s barrage of comments was quite lively.

But were they here to read novels?

A bunch of LSPs.

I’m too embarrassed to burst your bubble!

After a bit of thought, Lin Chuan sent a barrage: “I’m really here to read novels, do you believe me?”

In the live room, a few viewers responded to Lin Chuan.

[Brother, who isn’t here to read novels?]

[You scoundrel, dare to covet my White Moonlight, take this hit from Old Sun!]

[You all read novels, and I’ll carry Qianqian away!]

[…]

After that.

Lin Chuan sent several more messages, quickly blending in with the audience.

In the live room, Su Qianqian glanced at the comments, smiled gently, her voice soft and silky.

“Friends, tonight we’re going to read a new novel.”

“Its name is This Assassin Is Too Professional, by the top-ranked author of the Sailing Novel competition, Mr. Lin.”

At this point, a split screen appeared in the live room.

To the left was Su Qianqian’s image, and to the right, the novel’s cover.

[Qianqian, my eyesight is quite good, could you shrink the novel’s image a bit?]

[What’s wrong with my eyes, why do they keep ogling to the left?]

[The eye doctor said I’m cross-eyed now, what should I do?]

[Bro, I’ll give you a tip, watch the live upside down, and you’ll cure your cross-eyed in no time.]

[…]

Lin Chuan secretly cringed.

As he suspected, this bunch were all LSPs, not here to read novels at all.

Su Qianqian smiled, her voice as delicate as the scent of jasmine: “Tonight’s novel is a bit different from the previous ones. I suggest you all add it to your bookshelf first.”

[Qianqian is personally recommending a novel to me!]

[Okay, My Moonlight!]

[I also like this book, I didn’t expect Qianqian to like it too, we’re so fated!]

[…]

Lin Chuan wanted to mock this group of viewers, but then he opened the author’s backend.

Refresh.

Number of book collections: 2076.

Hisss!

It was only 581 before, and it skyrocketed by 1495.

Sorry, I was a bit loud just now.

Su Qianqian continued: “Alright, let’s not talk much and immerse ourselves in reading this unique novel.”

She clicked on the novel, and the content appeared on the right screen of the livestream.

‘I am an assassin.’

‘Some call me the king of the night, others call me the grim reaper.’

‘…’

‘I will tell you from my own experiences, what should be done after a killing, and what will happen?’

‘In the end, I will advise you.’

‘Turn yourself in, the outside is surrounded by police.’

‘The first time I destroyed a life with my own hands, I was nine years old.’

‘I tied up its limbs, took a sharp knife, and slashed at its throat.’

‘…’

Su Qianqian was deeply engrossed in reading.

At first, her brow furrowed slightly, but when she read ‘the chicken soup is really tasty,’ she couldn’t help but smile.

Inside the livestream, the barrage was still very lively.

[Mom, describing killing a chicken in such a horrifying way, didn’t scare my Qianqian, did it?]

[So it’s a humorous take on the assassin theme.]

[Mr. Lin, I admit you’ve got some skill, you even made my Qianqian laugh.]

“This novel really puts you in the scene, I feel like I was the one who killed that chicken,” Su Qianqian smiled sweetly, her voice as delicate as a morning breeze brushing across the cheek, gently vibrating the eardrum.

Her beautiful eyes blinked, and her slender fingers clicked to turn the page.

‘My first target was a millionaire and his mistress.’

‘That day, the sky was overcast.’

‘After tracking the target’s movements, I easily disabled the surveillance and sneaked into his mansion.’

‘As soon as the millionaire and his mistress entered the door, they stripped naked in the hall; they were having an affair.’

‘When their passion was at its peak, I made my move.’

‘…’

Gradually, as they read on.

The audience in the livestream began to get immersed in the novel.

[Mom, using those two daggers so skillfully, truly professional!]

[There were even close combat techniques used, the rich man working the fields lost his ability to resist in an instant, and the mistress didn’t even have time to react!]

[The author of this book must have done a lot of research, right?]

[…]

With a slight frown, Su Qianqian inhaled softly and said, “The part where Mr. Lin strikes to kill is so detailed, so realistic, isn’t it?”

She couldn’t help but continue reading.

‘The mission went very smoothly.’

‘But that wasn’t enough because the scene was still a mess, and I had to handle it, or I would expose myself.’

‘I decided to manipulate the scene.’

‘The undergarments of the two were scattered all over, along with shards of wine glasses and a complete mess; I had also stained myself with a bit of blood.’

‘I wasn’t concerned about that; my focus was on the millionaire and his mistress.’

‘First, I cleaned the blood off the millionaire’s body, then I…’

‘…’

Scene by scene, the detailed and professional descriptions appeared on the livestream screen.

Su Qianqian’s breathing became a bit heavy, her brows tightly knit, as she lifted her clear eyes toward the camera: “Is there anyone in the livestream with a forensic background?”